Sunday, December 09, 2007

again


Every time I see a little sparkle in front, I get excited, hope, and imagine a better future. I am happy until the sparkle vanishes in the darkness. Then I come back to where I was again. A life is like an endless tunnel. You see sparkles sometimes, but never see the sun. I am enjoying those little sparkles, but somehow still dream of the sun even though it is just a fantasy.